Thinking to chaff him, Jacky reared his pate,
And said, without the customary hail,
“What writest thou?” The devil whisked his tail,
And quite astonished at the fellow’s cheek,
Answered, “The names of those who office seek.”
“And is mine one?” said Jacky. “Yes you bet!”
The devil said. Not hesitating yet,
Quite unabashed, said Jack, “I beg—ahem!
Write me Collector, or at least P.M.”
The devil smiled and vanished. The next night